And it was on that day that I was well Some things are still as they are But on their leave On their way to faded grey Begging for a flash of color An explosion to draw near But without the follow through Never with the follow through It leads away and is too torqued to make sense The word divergent whispers to me again That ill-fated word that never brings peace Although its what I say I need I tell myself thats what I need Am I convinced? Not today But I was yesterday And the day before that And the day before that And not to long ago before that It is a path But which way is full I know the way But which way is full And so it goes Another painting washed clean A lost dance with a dream I am well I am well